Douluo Continent: Starting with Transforming Xiao Wu into the Zerg Queen

The man was wearing a black cloak that completely covered his face, leaving only the lower half of his face visible.

He exuded an aura of vicissitudes.

The middle-aged man stood at the entrance of Holy Soul Village, looking down at the purplish-black grass beneath his feet.

After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head and looked at the villager standing in the field, mechanically repeating the same action over and over again.

With a slight ripple of emotion, the middle-aged man remained silent, glancing at the scene within Holy Soul Village.

He lifted his foot and strode into Holy Soul Village.

With each step, the dark purple grass beneath their feet would sink into a shallow pit, and the villagers, who were going about their own business, would shudder.

Although his hands continued to repeat the same actions over and over again, his bloodshot eyes turned toward the middle-aged man as he moved, staring intently at him without blinking.

The middle-aged man seemed oblivious to this, walking silently down the street.

As the villager who was pruning the branches in front of his house walked by, his eyes actually rotated 180 degrees in his eye sockets!

As the middle-aged man brushed past her, her bloodshot eyes remained fixed on him.

Even after the middle-aged man had walked quite a distance, and the villagers had turned their eyes to the left at their furthest angle, their gazes remained fixed on him.

*Smack!*

As the middle-aged man walked away again, the villagers' attention turned directly to what was behind his eyes!

The whites of the eyes, which should have been connected to the blood vessels and flesh in their sockets, were forcibly rolled out and still followed the middle-aged man's moving figure, locking onto him firmly!

As the eyeballs rolled back, two lines of purplish-black bloody tears instantly flowed down the villager's face.

But the villagers seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing their work without stopping.

Blood dripped continuously from his pale face.

Two scarlet fleshy lumps protruded from their eye sockets as they looked in the direction of the middle-aged man. The veins on the fleshy lumps were still throbbing, and faint white heat, full of body temperature, was emanating from them.

pat!

Finally, the two eyeballs rotated to their limit, fell out of their sockets, and rolled a few times on the ground.

The villagers remained motionless, their empty eyes filled with bloody tears as they stared intently in the direction of the middle-aged man.

This time, the middle-aged man finally made a move.

He stopped abruptly, his body trembling slightly beneath the cloak.

Although his face was not clearly visible, one could sense an invisible aura emanating from this middle-aged man.

Even the purplish-black grass beneath the middle-aged man's feet was violently impacted, leaving a deep crater.

The middle-aged man then took a deep breath and continued walking deeper into the village.

That direction is where Elder Jack, the village elder, lives.

"Old Jack."

Bang!

As the middle-aged man left, the villagers, who had been mechanically going about their work, suddenly trembled!

My head exploded like a watermelon bursting open!

At the same time, his body quickly withered and collapsed heavily to the ground.

Splat! Splat!

As the middle-aged man walked by, the heads of the villagers he encountered all exploded.

One body after another quickly withered and fell heavily to the ground.

The villagers in front of the middle-aged man seemed oblivious to what was happening and continued with their own affairs.

Her bloodshot eyes were fixed on him.

Many villagers slowly cracked their dry lips, revealing an awkward smile as they greeted the middle-aged man.

Behind.

moment.

The shriveled corpse lying on the ground suddenly began to writhe violently.

Chi Chi Chi!

A scarlet worm, about an inch long, slowly emerged from its headless neck and quickly disappeared into the purplish-black grass.

The middle-aged man, who had already walked away, was completely unaware of this scene.

Splat, splat.

As they got closer to Old Jack's house, the middle-aged man's usually calm face twitched slightly.

His already silent and gloomy face became even more somber.

A little girl in a pink top was squatting in front of Old Jack's house with her back to the middle-aged man, playing with a wooden puppet in her hands.

Although the little girl had her back to the middle-aged man, the man could still feel a deep gaze directed at him from her.

The middle-aged man swallowed hard, opened his mouth slightly, and finally spoke.

"Little Huanhuan, where is your grandfather?"

The middle-aged man's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of expectation, yet filled with deathly silence and despair.

Quiet.

silence.

The little girl seemed not to hear him and continued to fiddle with the puppet in her hands.

But in the middle-aged man's eyes, the puppet in the little girl's hand was already broken and shattered. All she was doing now was lifting one of the puppet's broken arms and rubbing it repeatedly on the ground.

A chilling aura suddenly emanated from the middle-aged man, penetrating straight to the soul.

Looking at the little girl's petite figure, he stood quietly behind her, silent, but his eyes were full of struggle.

Crunch, crunch

The sound of the puppet's broken arms swaying was faint and distant.

Like a sudden, deep darkness in a vast, empty field.

It continuously leads people's minds into a deeper darkness.

Creak, creak—!

The sound of the puppet shaking abruptly stopped!

The middle-aged man squatted down next to the little girl and reached out to take her small hand.

The small, delicate hands that should have been soft and fair felt like a withered twig in the middle-aged man's hands, devoid of any flesh or blood.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the little girl's face, his body trembling violently.

The little girl's face was pale, and two bloody, mangled eyeballs hung in their sockets as she strained to look in his direction.

"Beast. Beast!!!"

The middle-aged man suddenly flew into a rage, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the little girl in front of him, his suppressed emotions finally bursting out of control!

He raised his palm sharply and aimed it at the little girl in front of him.

But it froze in mid-air.

Looking at the little girl in front of him, the middle-aged man couldn't bring himself to hit her.

Crunch!

The dilapidated wooden door was slowly pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked into the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard gate, a little girl sat quietly against the wall, her eyes tightly closed, as if she were asleep.

A sweet smile lingered at the corners of her lips.

Moments later, a pool of blood suddenly gushed from his chest!

A worm burst out of its chest and slowly burrowed into the purplish-black grass.

The little girl's body swayed a few times, then slowly collapsed into the blood-red sunset.

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Chapter 100 The Death of Old Jack! Tang Hao's Collapse

Crunch-!

The dilapidated wooden door was slowly pushed open, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The bolts on the wooden door were rotten and covered with sticky moss.

The middle-aged man seemed completely oblivious, grabbing the bolt and forcefully pushing the door open.

An elderly man with a hunched back and white hair was sitting on a small wooden bed with his back to the middle-aged man, fiddling with something in his hands.

The small room was extremely dark.

The walls were covered with sticky, purplish-black moss, just like the purplish-black grass on the road outside Holy Soul Village.

The whole room was filled with a damp and gloomy atmosphere.

A strong, rusty smell lingered in the air, penetrating the middle-aged man's nostrils.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but frown.